The next morning, Cang Ji woke up and was dazzled by the window. It must have snowed overnight. Jing Lin was still lying on his chest and fell asleep, Cang Ji warmly touched a few smoothies, and couldn't help but love it. Jinglin's legs and waist were pinched with obvious finger marks, and he was touched at the moment, and he curled up and slipped into the quilt.
Cang Ji is a little bad.
He was at most half full last night, and the martial arts of Class 18 were not enough to show. He fished for the fat jade and dawdled a few times in preparation. Jing Lin's legs were rubbed softly, and he gasped a few times between his teeth.
Cang Ji's knee touched Jing Lin's leg, and the aftertaste of last night made a soft heat. He entered with ease, holding Jing Lin's panting lips, and continued to push gently.
Jing Lin hadn't woken up yet, and kept whimpering. Shaking up hot and humid, hugging Cang Ji's neck, he was kissed and groaned.
This match was clearly not intense, but it also caused the two to sweat profusely.
"Call a few more times." Cang Ji was ruthless and tender, and wiped off Jing Lin's sweat and tears with his fingers, "Call a few more times and listen."
Jing Lin was so confused that he called "brother" several times.
When the quilt was lifted, the bed was in a mess, and sweat soaked into his back. When Jing Lin stood up, something slipped a leg, and Cang Ji got out of bed with his bare arms and picked him up and carried it on his shoulders, and took him to take a bath.
Jing Lin changed his clothes and felt alive, Cang Ji opened the door, and the cold outside suddenly hit his face.
The snow did not fall, but the mountains were frozen three feet overnight. When Cang Ji opened the door, he saw that there were ice balls stuck in the door slot. He swayed to the porch with his shoes on, and saw that the small stone pillars in the courtyard were frozen.
"Frozen overnight." Jing Lin covered her cuffs tightly, "It has nothing to do with Zongyin."
"Last night, I accidentally missed the dragon's breath." Cang Ji looked back, "You smell the dragon all over your body, he must have smelled it."
Jing Lin subconsciously sniffed his wrist and said, "You haven't crossed the calamity yet, how can I have dragon breath?"
Cang Ji folded his arms and said, "If I didn't die too early, it should have been more intense."
Jing Lin said, "Will he come?"
Cang Ji turned back from the porch: "Zong Yin has been looking for the opportunity to transform into a dragon. He smells the smell and will definitely be pulled by it. Today's cold, I guess this is a sign that he can no longer control himself. Field traps, will also come to find out."
"It doesn't matter whether he comes or not." Jinglin stepped out of the shelter, "If the mountain does not come, I will go to the mountain."
The smog in the mountains stands on the white snow, and the wild boars run away. It arched the soil slopes buried in autumn, shaved ice and snow, and dragged out the hoarded root seedlings to chew.
The soil slope was arched and collapsed, and the leaning trees behind it collapsed. The wild boar flicked the snow splattered on his face and ignored it. It was hungry for five or six days, and as soon as the villagers at the foot of the mountain moved away, the cellar was empty without food.
The wild boar chewed and swallowed, gradually digging out a hole.
The sound of footsteps stepping on the snow came from behind, and the wild boar turned back to see a half-naked man walking forward in the fog. The snow was buried in his legs, but instead he was red with heat, and his breath was heavy.
Wild boars have a keen sense of smell and can distinguish the wet and salty taste of ocean tides. It suspected that it was a monster that ran out of the sea, because his arms were heated with crack-like marks, like fish scales. His face was covered by the heat he exhaled, and he could vaguely see his eyebrows.
He was like a fire, still hungry.
The wild boar suddenly turned around and ran wild. It kicked in the snow nest and jumped forward desperately. A pine branch was scraped off on his back, and his brain burrowed into the bushes. The footsteps behind him were hurried, and the man also ran wildly.
The wild boar was dragged around its hind hooves by a strong arm, and it howled and rolled against the tree pole, kicking up a cloud of snow. The man's arms were like iron tongs, dragging the wild boar back. The boar's writhing was like a rock sinking into the sea, leaving no room for manoeuvre between his arms.
The man dragged the dead boar and hiked in the mountains. He walked very fast, as if something was urging him so that he could not delay. When he broke off the branches and walked out of the bushes, Jinglin was waiting for him.
"Since you have entered my mountain." Jing Lin said coldly, "Why don't you say hello?"
Zong Yin immediately dragged the wild boar back and sprinted. He jumped over the snow pit, and the wild boar hit the ground with a dull sound. He was fast, but he didn't dare to escape. Just as he was about to leap over the narrow mouth of the mountain stream again, a man suddenly threw himself out from the left, slamming Zong Yin into the snow.
Zong Yin's side face was slammed into the snow, he gasped, and suddenly turned his elbows and slammed. Cang Ji was hit by his elbow on the chest, he breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately hugged Zong Yin's elbow, his knee slammed into Zong Yin's side waist. Zong Yin reluctantly wanted to get up, but Cang Ji had already pressed the back of his head and knocked him into the snow. Zong Yin panted heavily, grabbed Cang Ji's wrist with one hand, and pushed Cang Ji to the ground with his shoulders. Zong Yin was about to run, but Cang Ji grabbed his ankles with both palms, and flipped Zong Yin's belt to the ground when he rolled over. Zong Yin steadied one arm and hooked his leg around Cang Ji's neck.
"Who are you!" Zong Yin's strong arm grabbed Cang Ji and pulled up, "Catch me?!"
Cang Ji's blue veins burst out, and he held Zong Yin's arm with both hands, breaking Zong Yin's forearm down, and he was slightly better in the terrifying strength contest. Zong Yin couldn't stand it, Cang Ji held his arm and threw him to the ground over his shoulder, and a muffled tremor was heard in the snow.
Cang Ji pulled open the neckline, and there was a hoop mark stuck between his neck. He tilted his head and pinched his neck, kicking the wild boar away.
"I haven't seen you for a year." Cang Ji spat at the blood that was smashed out, "I don't remember? We can be regarded as old friends reunited."
Zong Yin's fingers were scary. He held one arm for breath, and said, "Which god called you? It's the Division of Boundaries!"
Cang Ji sneered, he crouched down and said, "There is no 'Shenjun' who can please me in this world, you are so scared that people can't tell the difference? We have been waiting for you here for a night, and the courtyard is ready. After tea, get up and go."
"It's you!" Zong Yin recognized the person.
"My wife never waits for anyone." Cang Ji said, "Get up quickly."
Zong Yin dragged the wild boar into the hospital, and Jing Lin prepared a small case under the eaves. It's not that he doesn't invite people to sit in the room, but that Cang Ji has already occupied the nest, and his nature does not allow other people's scents to enter.
Cang Ji wiped his face with a hot towel, and buttoned his collar on the way back. Sitting down beside Jing Lin at this moment, leaning on the railing motioned Zong Yin to sit.
Seeing Jing Lin, Zong Yin refused to go any further. He carried the pig and said after a few steps: "It's actually Lord Linsong! That day I saw Your Majesty's appearance was the same as before, and I saw Fuli lingering here, and I had a good suspicion. Your Majesty is going to kill or slash today, but please speak bluntly. ."
Jinglin raised a pot to make tea, and he said, "I have no grievances with you, and I have no intention of killing you."
"Five hundred years ago, the emperor killed the emperor and killed his father, causing the blood in the Nine Heavens Realm to flow into rivers." Zong Yin said, "When I see you today, what can I teach you?"
"How dare you see the teaching." Cang Ji said, "Now you have abandoned the seal and hid, the East China Sea is frozen for thousands of miles, and tens of millions of people freeze to death. How could he say the word 'see the teaching' in front of you?"
"Since the Tao is not the same." Zongyin's expression did not change, "There is no need to talk anymore."
Cang Ji raised his head slightly: "Your scales appear, because you are intimidated by the dragon's breath. The dragon's breath is in this courtyard, and your wife is the noble person who prompted you to turn into a dragon. Today, it is not that we want to talk to you, but that you want to Talk to us."
Zongyin heard the silence, and after a while, he said: "A few months ago, Dongjun once said that noble people were coming, it was Linsongjun. Linsongjun was wiped out on the Jiutiantai, how did he carry the dragon's breath? The northern Cangdi died in Killing Ge Jun under the gun, what is the relationship with Jun Shang?"
"Now that you are crossing the river with the mud bodhisattva, you can't protect yourself, so don't listen to other things, so as not to have branches outside the festival." Jinglin placed the cup lightly and said, "If the sky wants to snow in the evening, can you drink a cup?①"
"Your Highness, don't refuse." Zong Yin wiped his hands, stepped forward, and sat cross-legged in front of the case. Half of his body was completely naked, and scales spread on his back. When he looked at him suddenly, he felt a little weird. After he sat down, he continued, "I accept Dongjun's love and have been hiding in the East China Sea for half a year."
"It turned out to be a moth he made." Cang Ji sat up straight and said to Jing Lin, "He didn't speak clearly at the time, I was just worried that the partition would have ears."
"His whereabouts are uncertain, and his intentions are unclear." Jing Lin looked at Zong Yin again, "If it weren't for the inability to return to the sky, with his intelligence, he would never have made this decision for you. What did you do?"
Zong Yin sat silently, the fine snow falling behind him. He stared at the cup of tea on the table, and after a long time, he said, "I love ordinary women and marry her. She is pregnant and has been pregnant for six months."
The snow in the mountain courtyard was silent, and the copper bell rang suddenly.
Jing Lin sighed in his heart.
I don't think it's going to be a good time.
Zong Yin lived in the East China Sea and held an important position. Among the Three Realms, he has always had the name of being upright and intolerant of personal relationships. He is often seen as a prostitute among the gods of the Nine Heavens Realm. However, the cataloging of this "Jianyupu" also has a credit for Zongyin. I'm afraid that even he himself would never have imagined that one day he would fall in love with ordinary girls and hide their feelings against the law.
Zongyin's yard is hidden in this mountain thirty miles away, surrounded by mountains and rivers. Seeing that the stone walls in this yard were beautiful and strong, Cang Ji guessed that it was Zong Yin's own handwriting.
The wooden door was pushed open, and the yard was not big, not even half of the Pillow Cicada Courtyard. A bluestone road was paved inside, which was swept clean. In order to prevent slippage, a long straw mat made of burlap was also padded. An apricot tree is supported on the left, and a swing hangs from the thick branches and strong arms. The vegetable field on the right is neat, and there are one or two green leaves under the snow.
Zong Yin dragged the wild boar to the open space and called out to the house: "Ayue, there are guests visiting."
The wooden planks in the house were removed, and the curtain was lifted, revealing a charming girl. When she saw Zong Yin, her eyes were filled with joy, and a pear vortex was slightly concave on her cheek, and the juice candy that had been boiled for a few days was just as sweet.
Cang Ji and Jing Lin both seemed to see the mountain stream and Hongquan, as if "snoring", with her smile, all the distracting thoughts in their hearts were eliminated, and it became relaxed.
Shanyue's cloth-clothed Jing Chai, propped up her body to greet her, "You two, please come in quickly, this cold winter and twelfth lunar month, your feet are numb after standing for a long time!" Turning to Zongyin, his tone became slightly coquettish, "The new clothes I put on you before going out. , I'll be gone after a visit! If I freeze, I won't rely on you."
Zong Yin can only smirk, it is not convenient for him to talk more in front of the two of them. It's just that this smile is rare, how has he ever laughed like this in the past
Shanyue led Jing Lin and Cang Ji into the room, eagerly brewing tea and making tea, and said to the two of them, "I don't come here often, and Brother Zong has few friends on weekdays. These two are rare distinguished guests, what do you call them?"
Zong Yin hurriedly said, "They are..."
Cang Ji said, "Brother."
Jing Lin said, "Brother."
Yin Luo looked at each other, Cang Ji pulled Jing Lin with his sleeves down, squeezing through his teeth.
"I'm his brother—how can you have so many brothers every day?!"
The author has something to say:
①: Taken from Bai Juyi's "Ask Liu Nineteen"